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Corner of 30th and Tibbs (Free verse) by klosterfobik
There couldn't be in these streets,
of hoped for death and rain slicked dark,
the possibility of the recent-new of guiltless lovers.
And it seems in these windless alley ways
of again and shadows,
there could never be a child's smile.
Hard to imagine the symmetry of sweet kind eyes
looking into mine (big and brown),
beneath the dim-yellow of street lamp's watch.
Cannot believe the asphalt dusk and dreams,
of these accusing cracked sidewalks,
ever let sympathy pass.
Was there ever unbroken or unfaded
in these still gray streets
of since forgotten?
And will there ever be on these streets
of hoped for death and rain slicked dark,
the chance of a child's smile or the recent - new of guiltless lovers?
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Weighted score: 4.8238406
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Posted: August 11, 2004 7:45 PM PDT; Last modified: September 11, 2004 2:34 PM PDT
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with words or actions - the start of love is always the sweetest
part you remember.A young faultless couple ...an ideal.
And not to try to be overly picky, but I just hate to see that same mistake: contractions are always on the letter that you cut out (i.e. - can't, aren't, don't, etc.)